It was September 9th, 2006 in Grade 4, a short girl with curly dark brown hair walked into Mr. Pitt’s class. In just one glance I thought we were never going to be friends. I mean, who wears a puke colored headband in a great big fluff of hair? I had to be nice, so I talked her. I found out her name was something like Brenda, and she was from China. I thought she was weird, but this slowly started to change. Lets get this straight, her name was Brenna and she had moved from Dubai. Our friendship started off on the wrong path, but it changed as we got to know each other better.
B is not just for Brenna, but now also for BEST friends.
Brenna May Thomson is my BEST friend. I call her BB for short. BB was born in Fergus, Ontario in the Groove Memorial Hospital on October 7th, 1997. When she was two years old she moved from Canada to Dubai, because her dad was stationed as a pilot there. This is just a little information about my BEST friend Brenna May Thomson.
BB and I are also very different in unique ways. Brenna has changed schools at least 4 times, and I have only attended SJK. She has 3 sisters and I’m an only child. She lives in Elora, and I live in Blair. Her dog Buffy is 6 and my dog Muffin is half the age of hers. She loves Ice Tea, and I hate it. She wants to be a lawyer and I want to be an actress. However the saddest difference between us is that I love to dance, and you know Brenna. Dance is totally not her thing. Even with our many differences we are still BEST friends.
Now you are probably wondering how the two of us could ever be friends. To be BEST friends you have to have some things in common. We love the same foods, such as strawberries, pasta, and ice cream. We also both play the flute, and soccer. Brenna and I also always laugh randomly and say the same words in unison. For some strange reason, we always feel sick at the same time as well. Even though we still don’t have that many things in common, we are the BEST of friends. I feel that we are even more than BEST friends, almost like sisters because we get into fights. No wonder we are friends.
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